Spinning
The vibe backwards
Oh my very dear
Cost in pain
Life
Little but real
Pulling threads
From the air
Between my ears
Trans supposing the right
In my approach
As the darkness lit
Into irony
Laughing at my own
Wrong Ness super imposition
Of the thoughts
Urging me to quit
And so for this little one
Reversing my own needs
Is all it takes
To be
Still kicking enough to float
Past those lucky many
Unnoticed as the raging storm
Of chaos
Causing the light of my own salvation
To stay back
To wait as shadow
For this length of my little life
Passing so far as one now
Hurting at every skip the pi
Round and rounds about
As the fractal of time
Is off its own keel
Falling in and spreading out
At the point of know
Returns and flees
It's own chaotic nature.
One is still one as two
Four is still a one
Past in the present
Future counted as the maybe knot
Of all the paradox's
Knotting and tangling thre own ways
Untill..
Now breaks all ties
Falling up the whole truth
To the ground solid
At the bottom of a bottomless
Hole.
Dig up to find the below
Look down to see what's up
Fractal shape
Mutating in infinate potentiality
From the leak in the
0
Of eternal containment
Over minds
In each of us.
©wrennie
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